As the harpoons struck into the island floating above the seat, keeping King Odysseus's ships steady against the ship. The wind was cool, but it wasn't as rough now.

The rowers could rest for now, but Odysseus was set on climbing up to ask the Wind God, Aeolus for assistance against the storm.

Eurylochus, stopped his captain from climbing the harpoon rope, reminding him if how unpredictable the Gods could be.

Odysseus: "My friend, I assure you. I'm simply asking a God for help. We're almost home." The King said, his smile light but weak... After he felt empty, his best friend Polites was the only thing that was giving him hope, but now that the heart of the fleet was gone, the ships felt dull.

The other men either sat in a group or pairs, chatting, organizing or just having a little laugh of something they joked about maybe ten times now.

As Eurylochus and Odysseus conversed, they heard a small yawn, then a giggle followed, as the cove door opened, and out peaked a pair of wide hazel, and green eyes. As small child pushed the door open, his small tunic blew in the soft breeze of the Sea, to which the young three season year old Theros. The little boy wasn't and Ithacan, nor anything, he was born on the very ship... He was the very son of Polites, the only thing that made Odysseus' hope hold on.

Theros: he pushes the door open and sneaked out the cove and now in the open, he smiled widely and walked over to a barrel of fish and took one with the help of one of the men, Ajax.

Odysseus gazed at the little boy and smiled fondly, ignoring his second in command, he walked over to the boy.

Odysseus: "Young Theros. Does your mother know your out here alone?" He asked softly.

Theros looked at the King and shook his head, and was about to bite into the raw fish, but he was stopped by Odysseus.

Odysseus: "I don't think that's a good idea, Theros." He said softly.

The King gazed at the young boy like he was someone he knew for years, after all... He was still getting over his best friend's death, and Theros just thought his father was hiding, so it didn't bother him much.